Chinese martial arts: From being shot and killed by the armed police during a mountain search to bec

The lineage of Wudang martial arts is extremely vast, not a single school, but a complex system composed of numerous branches and secret techniques.

Besides the well-known Tai Chi, Xingyi Quan, and Bagua Zhang, there are also a large number of hidden branches and techniques.

The Longmen School is one of them. The full name of the Wudang Longmen School is the Wudang Quanzhen Longmen School, which is also a branch of the Quanzhen School.

Chen Hongwu stood with his hands at his sides and suddenly asked, "There are many branches within the Wudang sect. Under the same 'Wudang' signboard, who knows how many different lineages exist?"

The Quanzhen Longmen lineage further branched into Taiyi, Chunyang, Panlong, and Bidong branches. It's unclear which branch the head of the lineage is following.

Xuanzhenzi remained calm and composed, his sleeves trembling slightly, revealing his thin, dry fingers beneath his robe, resembling five old vines.

"Since you know the complexity of the Wudang sect, you are not some ignorant madman."

He chuckled, "If you want to know which branch of the old Taoist school you belong to, just have a go and you'll find out."

Before he finished speaking, the Taoist priest had already moved.

He stepped down, turned his body halfway, moved his left foot to the right, and then shifted his right foot, which was the "Kan-Li exchange" in the Wudang "Nine Palaces Stance".

In the blink of an eye, the person had moved to Chen Hongwu's left front, which was quite strange.

This is a diagonal advance, a horizontal strike, with clear footwork and precise positioning. Before you can even straighten yourself, his fist is already at your ribs.

Xuanzhenzi extended a palm, seemingly straight yet not quite, seemingly curved yet not quite, palm turned outward, five fingers like knives, diagonally piercing Chen Hongwu's Zhangmen acupoint under his ribs.

This palm strike has a name: "Lu Zu Probing the Reed".

Lü Dongbin teased Bai Mudan three times, using Yin to replenish Yang, and drunkenly treading Dongting Lake, reaching out to touch the reeds. The Chunyang lineage took the meaning of his drunkenly reaching out and the hidden needle within softness, and incorporated it into their palm techniques.

"Such pure kung fu!"

Chen Hongwu lowered his right arm horizontally, his forearm like a beam, using the Xingyi "horizontal fist" force to block the incoming hand.

The moment their arms touched, they felt the opponent's palm strike was both heavy and slippery, like a loach sinking into mud, or like a stone wall being heated by fire, warm on the outside and scalding on the inside.

"So you're from the Chunyang Sect." Chen Hongwu's eyes flashed.

The Taiyi School emphasizes legwork, while the Panlong School emphasizes body techniques. Only the Chunyang School emphasizes "connected tendons and bones, and circulating internal energy."

The Wudang Chunyang Sect, officially known as the "Wudang Quanzhen Longmen Sect Chunyang Sect".

People often mistakenly believe it was a direct transmission from Lu Zu, but in reality, it was a lineage established by eminent Taoist masters who used Lu Zu's innate skills as a foundation, combined with the true teachings and secret breathing techniques of Wudang Taiyi, thus creating a unique school.

This school has twenty-four forms of Pure Yang Palm, thirty-six forms of Continuous Steps, and seventy-two forms of Flying Dragon.

The style of boxing does not follow the path of Li Cunyi, but focuses on "turning, circling, and neutralizing". It emphasizes the body moving like a swimming dragon, the hands moving like a series of chains, tightly binding and entangling, becoming slipperier and more venomous the more it is fought.

Xuanzhenzi remained unfazed when Chen Hongwu immediately recognized his origins. With a flick of his wrist, his entire arm, seemingly boneless, bypassed Chen Hongwu's horizontal fist and wrapped around it instead.

Wudang Silk Reeling Style! Arhat Encircling the Finger!

He twisted his arm outward along Chen Hongwu's right arm, like a snake coiling around a pillar, his five fingers spread wide, grasping the tendon behind Chen's elbow.

How could Chen Hongwu let him keep him occupied? Immediately, his right shoulder slumped, and his elbow sank as if weighed down by a thousand pounds. His entire arm came off free, like an iron pestle being pulled from a millstone.

This technique is an untangling method from the Bagua "collapsed robe and sleeves".

The boxing manual says: "Entanglement is about using softness to overcome hardness, but you must be careful not to fall and break the entanglement; disentanglement is about collapsing when you encounter entanglement, and once you collapse, you can break free."

The old Taoist priest, his move broken, advanced instead of retreating. He stepped forward with the "Divine Steps," his feet treading the Nine Palaces, his body moving like a swimming fish, encircling Chen Hongwu in the center.

The Wudang Nine Palaces Stance Steps: one step per palace, each step stepping onto the gate outside the five palaces.

When this footwork is mastered, one can trap the opponent in the center without even throwing a punch, simply by moving around and shifting their weight, making it impossible for them to escape from any direction.

Seeing that his opponent was accelerating his footwork and pressing down on him with a "pounce" motion, Chen Hongwu was not surprised but laughed.

"Your footwork is good, but you've exposed your chest."

He spread his arms wide, pressing his left palm against Xuanzhenzi's shoulder, while his right fist shot out from below.

With this sudden burst of energy, Chen Hongwu poured all his inner strength and hidden power into the punch. The fist traveled a narrow path, less than half a foot, yet it produced a loud "bang," like snapping an ancient bow.

"Snapped!"

He actually managed to trap Chen Hongwu's right fist with his bare hands!

Those two palms were like two old doors, with the palms facing each other and the wrists joined together, just like the "Boy Worshipping Buddha" in the Chunyang Sect.

Chen Hongwu felt the opponent's full strength pressing down on him with this attack, as if he were falling into a sea of ​​mud, his strength being dissipated layer by layer.

Xuanzhenzi took a step back, then kicked Chen Hongwu in the lower body with his right foot.

This kick goes no lower than the knee, yet its power penetrates to the bone. It is the "inch kick" of Wudang leg techniques, which is specifically designed to break through a person's base.

"Bang!"

Chen Hongwu pulled his left leg back, and the two separated again.

In the blink of an eye, the onlookers only saw a blur of movement and the clash of weapons, yet the outcome remained undecided.

In reality, Chen Hongwu had already broken through two of the opponent's deadly moves, and Xuanzhenzi's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"You are proficient in both Northern and Southern styles of martial arts, and you have combined the three internal martial arts into one. You have truly practiced a mixed style." Xuanzhenzi stared at Chen Hongwu. "But a mixed style is not pure and is not the true path."

Chen Hongwu said, "Your Chunyang Sect, descended from Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng, may not have been passed down in its purest form. Lao Tzu said, 'The Tao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Three gives birth to all things.' Just because you stick to one sect doesn't mean you can reach the pinnacle."

Xuanzhenzi's face darkened, and he said no more. He moved like an old ghost darting through the forest, closing in on him.

The two of them had been exchanging glances seven or eight times in the middle of the street.

The onlookers could only see two shadows appearing and disappearing, while the blue bricks under their feet were worn away by the swirling force, and dust churned like boiling water, spreading in all directions.

"Everyone, retreat three zhang!" Chen Gongzhe suddenly shouted.

Hu Baoyi and Lu Xiaojia quickly stopped them.

Chen Shi turned pale with fright and was pulled inside by Li Yi like a chick.

In the middle of the street, the force of the punches intensified.

Xuanzhenzi moved through the Nine Palaces with his palm techniques, which were intricate and continuous. He would suddenly use "Immortal Points the Way", then "Iron Crutch Hooks the Soul", and then "Old Man Guo Rids Backwards".

He unleashed a set of pure Yang freehand techniques, his body swaying as if drunk, yet his footwork remained as steady as a stacked hexagram. Each move targeted the tendons and acupoints, specifically aiming at the four joints where Chen Hongwu's wrist, elbow, shoulder, and knee met.

Chen Hongwu, on the other hand, was steady and methodical, using Xingyi Quan, sometimes striking and sometimes chopping, like a series of axe strokes; then suddenly switching to Bagua Quan, sometimes moving and sometimes turning, like a giant python coiling around a mountain.

The two fought evenly, one attacking and the other defending.

"This Taoist priest is truly remarkable," Lu Songgao couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Tian Zhaolin had been squinting for a long time when he suddenly said, "The Chunyang Sect's body movement is best at using the ground to generate power. Look at each step he takes, he steps on the cracks in the blue bricks, which secretly conforms to the shape of the Big Dipper, using the earth's energy to form the Nine Palaces."

The Wudang Nine Palaces Stance is based on the "Nine Palaces Flying Method" and is secretly compatible with Qimen Dunjia.

The fist guards possess unpredictable footwork, capable of dodging, moving, striking, and neutralizing attacks, comparable to the first level of Wudang internal martial arts.

Seeing the approaching attack, Chen Hongwu suddenly changed his tactics.

He suddenly lunged forward, rushing three feet in front of Xuanzhenzi, his body bent like a bow, and a fist came crashing down from above.

Tiger-shaped chopping fist!

The sound was like muffled thunder, and a strong wind swept across the ground, causing a wine flag three zhang away to flip over with a "snap".

Xuanzhenzi spun around like a windmill, easily dodging the explosive punch. Then, he lowered his left shoulder and delivered a backhand "Pure Yang Tail Swing".

This move was like an old eel flicking its tail; the left arm swept upwards from below, aiming straight for Chen Hongwu's lower abdomen.

Instead of retreating, Chen Hongwu advanced, contracting his abdomen and gathering power from all sides using the "Embracing the Dan and Sitting on the Hips" posture. He gripped the ground with his toes, his waist and hips surged together, and he unleashed a powerful Beng Quan (crushing fist).

"Bang!"

Their fists collided in the street like stubborn rocks striking each other, and both men were knocked back two steps at the same time.

Chen Hongwu's shoes left two white marks on the bluestone, and without stopping, he pounced again.

"This young man has such great drive." Xuanzhenzi's heart sank slightly.

He drew circles with his arms and stepped on the nine palaces, trying to use "circling and neutralizing" to dissipate the force, but Chen Hongwu would not allow him to walk in circles.

"If you want things to be smoothed out, I'll smooth it out for you!"

Chen Hongwu let out a shout, and his fist technique suddenly changed.

He used both hands simultaneously, his right fist thrusting straight down and his left palm pushing horizontally. His body twisted like a dragon, and with a swift step, he had already reached Xuanzhenzi's inner circle.

Amidst the shouts, thunderous sounds erupted from his chest and abdomen, and his muscles and bones resonated.

boom! boom! boom!

Three rapid sounds.

With a jolt, Xuanzhenzi's right arm was shattered; with a chop, Xuanzhenzi's left arm was crushed; with a collision, Chen Hongwu's entire right shoulder slammed into his center like an iron beam.

Bajiquan - Overlord's Mountain Lean!

This impact, like a giant wave crashing into the sky, struck Xuanzhenzi's chest.

"puff--"

The old Taoist priest was knocked backward and flew about a foot off the ground. He gathered his energy in mid-air and kicked the flagpole.

The bamboo pole, as thick as a bowl, snapped in two with a "crack," and the others used the force to retreat three zhang away.

When he landed, his left foot sank half an inch into the bluestone, leaving a half-foot-long trail of blood.

Looking up, Chen Hongwu had already retreated, standing with his hands behind his back, his whole body steaming with sweat, like white mist surrounding him.

"I have experienced the Daoist's Pure Yang Technique firsthand," Chen Hongwu said.

"I lost."

Xuanzhenzi coughed twice, stared intently at Chen Hongwu for a moment, and laughed, "I admire your skill. Whether you can hold onto those five words or not depends on your future fate!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the street corner. After walking several dozen steps, he looked up at the sky and sang loudly:

"Eight hundred miles from Wudang, the Nine Palaces Lanterns illuminate the Pure Yang Palace at night..."